The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe/Volume 2/To the River ——

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Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
 Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
 Of beauty—the unhidden heart—
 The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto's daughter;


But when within thy wave she looks—
 Which glistens then, and trembles—
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
 Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
 Her image deeply lies—
His heart which trembles at the beam
 Of her soul-searching eyes.